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The other day our family was cleaning out the freezers. One of my kids picked up a package of grass fed ground beef that I had purchased not too long ago. It felt different to him somehow, so he asked the Lord why. The Holy Spirit told him to look underneath the package and read what was on it. At the very bottom of the back of the package there was a symbol my son had never seen before. When he looked at it closer, (it was kind of hard to see it for the writing was in small print,) one word stood out starkly from all the rest.

He knew what that word meant. THIS FOOD HAD BEEN SACRIFICED TO AN IDOL!

Immediately my son called me over and gave it to me and told me to look at that symbol on the back of the package. When I seen what it said I almost dropped it! Suddenly I could see all the snake-like demons wreathing around inside the package just waiting to be consumed by someone so they could move into them and bite them. I was horrified!

We bound them up in Jesus name and proclaimed the packages of meat as garbage. I then bound up and cast out any demons we may have unknowingly consumed through the eating of such meat in Jesus name. I started to throw them out, but decided to return them to the grocery store. I wanted the manager of the store to know exactly why I was returning them and why I would not be buying that brand any longer.

So the next day we drove into the city to return them. All the way there, despite them being bound, I could sense them slithering around in the bag by my feet. The tension in the car was palpable.
When I returned them to the store, I told them that this symbol meant that the animal had been killed as a sacrifice to a god, and as a Christian I refused to have any part of it for it was food sacrificed unto an idol.

Of course, as expected, she looked at me as if I was on the loony side, and got a hold of the manager on duty. I sensed the girl also thought of herself as a Christian, but I could tell she was one that followed Paul and not Christ, for I seen her self-righteous demon surface and leer at me, and I knew she was thinking of Paul’s words, that labeled me as a weaker brethren, (see Romans 14:2 below,) which meant in her eyes, she was better than I. (How like Satan to get us to play that game!)

When the manager on duty came I told her about it and asked that I wanted it to be known and recorded as to why it was being returned. They assured me the message would be passed on.

When we left the store, the peace in the car was an overwhelming relief!

We went to a different grocery store and found some grass fed ground beef that did not have the symbol on it. We stocked up on them and told the cashier there why we were doing so. I thanked them for carrying a brand that I could have.

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“That ye abstain from meats offered to idols, and from blood, and from things strangled, and from fornication: from which if ye keep yourselves, ye shall do well. Fare ye well.” Acts 15:29 KJV

“Instead, we should write and tell them to abstain from food polluted by idols, from sexual immorality, from the meat of strangled animals, and from blood.” Acts 15:20 (not KJV).

Acts 21:25 As for the Gentile believers, we have written them our decision that they must abstain from food sacrificed to idols, from blood, from the meat of strangled animals, and from sexual immorality.”

Revelation 2:14 But I have a few things against you, because some of you hold to the teaching of Balaam, who taught Balak to place a stumbling block before the Israelites so they would eat food sacrificed to idols and commit sexual immorality.

Revelation 2:20 But I have this against you: You tolerate that woman Jezebel, who calls herself a prophetess. By her teaching she misleads My servants to be sexually immoral and to eat food sacrificed to idols.

(Paul says in Romans 14:2 (KJV) “For one believeth that he may eat all things: another, who is weak, eateth herbs.)

I apologize for not posting last month. For some reason I thought I had already posted something for the month of July.

I would like to say thank you again dear brothers and sisters for remembering me in your prayers!!

The Lord is bringing me though a valley of sickness and despair; He has shown me that I am now on my way out of it. He has commanded me to keep a diary of what I have endured, and wants me to publish it when I am completely healed. (Satan attacked my computer and completely destroyed it in an attempt to stop me; I am writing this from a friends borrowed computer.) I ask that you still keep me in your prayers, that I might be healed and complete the mission the Lord has placed before me. I claim in the name of Jesus that I will live and see and declare the works of the Lord!

Before September 2015, I weighed over 235 pounds and my fasting glucose was 188 and the A1c was 7.3. Currently, as I write this, I weigh 160 pounds, and have a fasting glucose level of 96.3 and my A1c is 5.3. Some infections and skin growths have already been cured, and I no longer hobble around like a ninety year old woman with her walker. I have used no prescription medications to achieve these changes, nor have I become a vegetarian. I give all credit to the Lord Jesus Christ, who is guiding me through the maze in this valley and leading me out and up to the other side.

The Lord wants me to try and share with you an open vision that He gave me before I had begun my decent into this valley. It is an excerpt from my forthcoming book.

DRINKING DEADLY POISON

I was up in the heavens looking down upon the earth. Before me were waves upon waves of beautiful amber grain blowing in the wind. Some were lined up in rows next to each other in huge fields, while others seem to sprout up singly in the oddest places. Some even clung to the side of a mountain, or hung out over the water.

I knew I was in America.

Then I noticed that there were demons weaving in and around the shafts of grain, and I watched as they poured their different poisons into the grain’s root systems. When the wheat stalk had consumed enough poison, it sickened and died.

These demons were very careful not to concentrate their efforts in one place, but spread it out among the field, choosing one stalk here, and another over there. The time that the poisons took before they began to work seemed to vary with each individual wheat stalk. Some succumbed quickly, while other stalks needed more time and more poison. The demons made sure that it all seemed very random.

But it was a well thought out attack and not random at all.

My vision then panned outwards, and I could see that it was indeed the United States that I had been in. As I got farther out, I could see that the demons were trying to do the same thing in many of the other areas of the world. Their presence was not as strong in these other areas as they were in America. Those places with the strongest ties to America had more attacks than the others. But there were still some areas that had hardly been touched at all with the demons or their poisons. Those stalks of wheat were still strong and healthy.

The vision then ended.

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Note: I brought up Mark 16:18 to the Lord, “…if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them…”, but He became angry and told me that this piece of scripture was never given as a license to change all the other scriptures that recorded what He proclaimed as food, and to make poison our daily bread instead. That was satan’s work.

On our way camping, we came upon a long and steep decline going into the valley. It was very windy, and blew against the car and tent trailer, and along with the high speed of sixty five miles an hour, we started to fish tail and lost control of the car.

It felt like we increased our speed to much more than the limit, as my husband frantically tried to apply the brakes without locking them up.

There were cars in front of us and behind us; thankfully there were no cars beside us, and those behind us could clearly see our trouble, so they hung back, watching.

We came so close to the car in front of us, so very close. I thought for sure we had touched their bumper.

I asked my husband if he was o.k., and when my usually staid and calm husband admitted to me “I don’t know,” I felt panic hit me hard in the chest. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped breathing.

I knew it was time to pray and pray hard, but for the life of me, I could pull no scriptures to mind. The demon of panic controlled me.

So I started speaking in tongues.

I couldn’t watch anymore, so I closed my eyes, but right before I did, I caught sight of one of the four angels that guard the corners of our vehicles. It was looking at me with such peace and calmness, and I knew it was saying to me, “Come on ma petite! You know He’s got this too!”, taking me to task for letting that panic demon hit me so hard, and for that pause in my faith in Christ.

I kept speaking in tongues as I clung to the sides of my seat.

Finally, it seemed so very long, the fishtailing stopped and my husband had control of the car. I opened my eyes to look at my husband. His color was returning to his face (it had gone quite pale before,) and his grip on the wheel had returned to normal.

Disaster averted.

Thank You Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

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“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want…Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”